Do you think about the things
they did to you
each day?
Did it hurt
the thought that most
would say
that what you did
provoked
your early death.
Everything
they introduced like
AIDS
and crack
Ebola's
death was meant
for only you.
Normal things we used
to hate are gone
wanting more for them
that have no chance
at life they took from you.
What you knew
how long you knew
and doing nothings
not the same.
What's your life
ideally
worth to them?
If your not paying in
even I must be
a fool sometimes
of death i've thought.
That even with all that's said
if true
it's not nice my dying friends
to kill other people
just because you can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem